Chapter 63
Clayton rushed to his field, his mini skeletons trailing closely behind. After a quick round of preparation, everything was in place. All he could do now was wait.
As he stood beside his skeletons, an uneasy feeling crept over him. Something felt off. He tried to pinpoint it, but at first, nothing came to mind. He nearly brushed it off—until it hit him: this wasn’t his only field. He still had two others to protect—the ones belonging to Grass and Old Man Wood.
Wasting no time, he dispatched his mini skeletons to those fields. Once the instructions were given, he felt a bit more at ease.
Bzzzz...
The buzzing of locusts grew louder. Clayton tensed, eyes scanning the horizon.
Moments later, the swarm appeared—a dark, churning cloud of insects swooping down on the tender green shoots he had just planted.
He didn’t hesitate. With two of his skeletons beside him, Clayton fired off a barrage of Water Gun spells at the incoming locusts. Some fell from the sky.
But he didn’t feel relieved.
The attacks were too slow. At this rate, he would be overwhelmed.
Sure enough, more locusts slipped past and descended onto the wheat fields. Clayton grew increasingly frustrated, trying to chase them down one by one—but it only caused him to lose control of the situation. The locusts began devouring the fragile sprouts.
Watching his field be torn apart felt like watching his heart being ripped out.